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Arms and the Woman

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"The devil take it!" I cried. I flung the cigar out of the window and

laid the check on my desk. Courage? Why, it needed the courage of a

millionaire to light a cigar with a $1,000 check!

The office boy, who came in then, was salvation. The managing editor

wanted to see me. I sprang up with alacrity; anything but the sight of

that figure 1 and the three demon eyes of that $1,000 check!

"Winthrop," said the managing editor to me as I entered his office,

"you've got to go to London. Hillars has gone under----"

"Not dead!" I cried.

"No, no! He has had to give up work temporarily on account of drink.

If it was any other man I'd throw him over in short order. But I feel

sorry for Hillars, and I am going to give him another chance. I want

you to go over and take care of him if possible. The London work is

not new to you. You can handle that and Hillars too. If you can keep

him in check----"

I shuddered. The word "check" jarred on my nerves.

"What's the matter?" asked the editor.

"A temporary chill," I said. "Go on."

"Well, if you can manage to keep him in check for a month or so he'll

be able to get on his feet again. And it will be like a vacation to

you. If anything happens to Hillars you will be expected to remain

permanently abroad. Hillars suggested you in his letter. Will you be

ready to go next Monday?"

"To-morrow if you like," I answered readily enough. Here was an

opportunity not to be missed. To see new scenes and faces is partially

to forget old ones.

"Very well. I'll give you some letters which will help you. Our

office is in the Strand. Hillars will find you lodgings. He has

bachelor quarters in the west end of the town, where congenial spirits

congregate. Come in to-morrow and we'll talk it over."

I was much pleased with the turn of events. If I could get away from

New York I might forget Phyllis--no, not forget her; I loved her too

well ever to forget her; but the prolonged absence would cure me of my

malady.

Before going to bed that night I lit a cigar, but not with the check.

On sober second thought I calculated that the sum would pay up all my

debts and leave me a comfortable margin. A man can well pocket his

pride when he pockets a thousand dollars with it. And why not? I was

about to start life anew and might as well begin on a philosophical

basis. Who knew but my uncle had foreseen the result of his bequest;

my rage, my pride, and finally lighting a cigar with his check? It

really might make his spirit writhe to better effect if I became

benefited. Sober second thought is more or less a profitable

investment.

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